Lyrics:
Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory Murphy comin' frae Dumbarton
Saw ye Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy, Rory Murphy
Saw ye Rory
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He li mo sa frae li fo mor
He li mo sa frae li fo mor
He li mo sa frae li fo mor
He li mo sa frae li fo mor
Come all ye fisher lassies noo and come awa' wi' me
Frae Errinbog and Gamrie and frae Inverallochie
Frae Buckie and frae Aiberdeen and all
Oh, there're sober men a' plenty
Drunkards barely 20
There are men of over 90
Who have never yet kissed a girl
But give me a ramblin' rover
Frae
c mile frae Pencaitland on the road tae the sea stands a yew tree a thousand years old, and the old women swear by the grey o' their hair that it
Well gather round people
and I'll tell ye a story,
a story so auld
frae a time long gone by.
It comes frae the highlands
where the wind blows
My name is jamie Raeburn, frae Glasgow toon I came
My place and habitation I'm forced to leave wi shame
Frae my place and habitation I noo maun gang
And adiue for evermore.
The soger frae the wars returns,
The sailor frae the main;
But I hae parted frae my Love,
Never to meet again, my dear,
Never
the foeman.
But never again frae the fields o the slain
Tae his Moira will he come by Loch Lomond.
The thistle may bloom, the king hae his ain,
And fond
at mine.
Ye'll deal as weel at mine.
The ane was laid in Mary's kirk
And the ither in Mary's choir,
And fae the yen, there sprang a birk
Frae the ither
Holland shirt
And teer it frae gore tae gore
And you will bind my deadly wounds
That they might bleed no more, no more, that they might bleed no
more
Charlie?
The news frae Moidart cam' yestreen,
Will som gar mony ferlie,
for ships o' war hae just come in.
And landed Royal Charlie!
The Highland
tak' it.''
Then hey for the mill and the kiln,
The garland and gear for my cogie,
And hey for the whisky and gill,
That washes the dust frae my craigie.
or brae
Is bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
I wandred oot to weed the same
My laddie ken'd I was frae hame
To follow me ha wasna lame
My bonnie Johnnie Lowrie
I took
but his shooders they were big
The terror o' the heilan glens - that was the Portree Kid
Hee-durum-ho
Hee-durum-hey
The tuechter, that come, frae Skye
on the sea
And when I'm far frae ev'ry strand
My dwelling is in Sule Skerry
And foster well my wee young son
Aye for a twal'month and a day
And when that
Street frae end tae end aften surveyed
Focht and swore in the pubs wi' her
Rolled in the dubs wi' her, cadged mony subs frae her, never repaid
Nae better
When o'er the hill the eastern star
Tells butting time is near, my jo
And owsen frae the furrowed field
Return so dowf and weary O
Down by the burn,
o' Leith, fu' loud the wind blaws frae the ferry
The ship rides by the Berwick – law, and I maun leave my bonnie Mary
The trumpets sound, the banners
There was a lady in the North
You scarce would see her marrow
She was courted by nine gentlemen
And a ploo-boy lad frae Yarrow
Oh nine sat drinkin
ye?
For I hae nocht to offer ye
Nae gowd frae mine, nae pearl frae sea
Nor am I come o’ hie degree
Lassie, but I loe ye.
frae the one made me swoon
'Neath sae mony silv'ry moon
Los' tae Jean, lovely Jean, bonnie Jean
Tho' I'm far awa'
Hear my whisp'rin's on the gale
remember thee
Still remember each gentle word
Ever heard, frae thy lips
She lives, he dies
She takes a lang last look an' then she cries
She's flesh,
Luve, my ain
Frae dawn till the e'en
'Mang God's guid folk, hae I been
ce lass, rough an' rare
Fu' wi' love, boun' t' share
Take me back,
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